Throne of Magical Arcana

In the dark underground palace, beams of light mixed with flames continued to hit, the deep darkness melted as quickly as the first snow meets the sun, all kinds of strange worms froze and petrified, and the strange shadows uttered tragic cries.

A faint light flashed, and the priests floating in the air suddenly fell down, as if being dragged down by their ankles. The defensive layer on their bodies did not have any effect, and most of the evil spells stopped abruptly. .

Before they had time to react, they saw the imposing blond middle-aged man in front of him stretch out his right hand and spread his fingers apart. A small eye protruded from each finger, and a giant yellow-brown eye mixed with blood stains grew out of his palm. .

The five weird and terrifying small eyes had different colors and shot out different rays, while the giant yellowish-brown eyes glowed with a faint light, making everyone feel their bodies weighed down, as if the gravitational force here had become much stronger.

Different rays of green and light blue hit those black-cloaked priests, making them slow, paralyzed, petrified, or directly turned into countless light spots, instantly killing the priests, bishops, paladins, and ordinary night watchmen. The unsolvable and powerful enemy is completely suppressed, and victory is about to be won.

Some cult members shouted in panic, they have never encountered such a strange and powerful enemy!

"Sir, where's the high priest?"

"Didn't the high priest stop him?"

At the critical moment, they thought of their leader, the supreme voter of "After Chaos". Wasn't he fighting this majestic middle-aged man just now?

Hearing their call, the middle-aged man in a white burqa intensified his attack, and there were evil little eyes growing on his face and the other hand. Small eyes of different colors shot or shot Ray, who was defending or attacking, snorted coldly: "A cult priest of only seventh level can stop me? I have killed twenty or thirty priests who are stronger than him."

What? After confirming the death of the high priest, these cultists and priests immediately lost their spiritual defenses. They even forgot to pray to the "Queen of Chaos" for strength. Rays hit them, and they lost their fighting power in a panic. Catch and kill with the paladins, none slipped through the net.

"Hmph, there are too many such cults popping up out of nowhere recently, we must find the root cause!" The majestic middle-aged man closed his creepy eyes on his face and hands, and no trace could be seen anymore.

A night watchman said gratefully: "Thanks to you being nearby this time, my lord, otherwise we might have been escaped by the priests of the 'After Chaos'."

In fact, it wasn't just a matter of escaping. They would definitely be wiped out. Fortunately, Winchell, the third-ranked "Bright Eye" of the Night Watchman, came from another clue to avoid such a terrible consequence.

"I'm in charge of dealing with cultists, and it's my duty to deal with them." Winchell nodded lightly, "You divide into groups and search around, and don't let any cultist go."

"Yes, my lord." The Captain of the Night Watch replied respectfully.

Winchell paced the hall, looking at the chaotic altar carved with female and male nudes, looking for clues to investigate.

Seeing the grand but old underground palace, the dim environment where corpses lay there, the ancient stone gates and stone chambers, Winchell was inexplicably moved. I have been here too many times, whether it is the previous adventure career or the operation to clear the cultists after entering the night watchman team, it is inevitable to deal with underground palaces, battles, secret rooms, hidden secrets, etc.

"Those damned ancient magicians always like to dig holes in the ground..." Winchell cursed.

Suddenly, his heart moved, his eyes became like rubies, and two rays were shot out, directly smashing a nearby wall, revealing the hidden door inside.

He didn't have time to greet the other priests, so he flew directly into the narrow secret passage and quickly chased them away.

Turning a corner, in front of Winchell appeared one by one cultists with astonished expressions, and they were going into a secret room one by one.

Hmph, Winchell sneered, trying to escape from me?

The dense eyes opened again, and the cultists fell to the ground one by one. Winchell broke into the secret room and kept advancing, chasing the frontmost enemies.

While chasing, the cultists in front gradually became scarce, and then there was no more one in sight, but Winchell did not stop. His intuition told him that there was still a big fish ahead, the same big fish as the "chosen" before.

Bang, a stone door covered with patterns was shattered by rays, Winchell stepped into the deepest secret room, looking around vigilantly, but there was only a statue of "Queen of Chaos" holding a burning flame, and there were no other evil spirits. believers.

Why not? Winchell looked around in a little astonishment. As a golden knight, even though he was more inclined to cast spells, he was still very confident in his intuitive hunch.

Suddenly, a gust of cool wind blew by, causing even the golden knight, Winchell, to shiver uncontrollably. For the first time tonight, he had a premonition of danger.

This premonition wasn't too strong, Winchell didn't run away immediately, but shot out a series of defensive rays to put himself surrounded by "bronze walls and iron walls".

Looking around, Winchell only saw lifeless walls, silent and empty rooms, and ordinary and rough statues, but did not find the source of danger.

However, this cold feeling of no one made him feel hairy inside, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back. At this moment, the flame held by the statue of "After Chaos" suddenly rose up, burning blazingly, and let out a fierce smile Voice.

At this moment, Winchell intuitively felt the unspeakable danger, which was hundreds or even thousands of times stronger than before. Even he, a night watchman who often walked on the edge of danger, couldn't help trembling slightly. I understand a lot of things. I was obviously disturbed by people because I didn't have a strong premonition of danger before, and the existence that can interfere with my intuition so effectively is definitely not something I can contend with, just like the priest facing me just now.

While trembling slightly, Winchell's strong will helped him stabilize his emotions, and his rich experience allowed him to see the problem. Such an existence stared at him and locked his position. If he wanted to kill himself, It was a breeze, but he spent more energy to lure himself out of the team and into the secret room, obviously with other purposes.

"Who?" He asked tentatively, and dirty liquid flowed from his eyes.

The flame rose into a human shape, and the voice was old and hoarse: "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is what I can give you."

"Hmph, I am the Lord's dark guard. I would rather die than make a deal with the devil." Winchell basically ruled out the possibility of the devil from these methodical words.

In the empty secret room, the laughter of the flames reverberated: "What if it makes you get closer to your Lord and dedicate yourself to Him better?"

"What do you mean?" Winchell felt inexplicably ridiculous, but also dignified and puzzled from the bottom of his heart.

The tone of the flame became serious: "Don't you think it's weird? They are also devout believers and guards of the God of Truth. Priests, bishops, ascetics and some paladins can get the divine spells bestowed by him, while most non-priests The night watchman who was born can only rely on his own blood to fight. Similarly, the divine arts of most paladins are far weaker than priests of the same level. Why? Why does the impartial god of truth treat him so unfairly? Your own guard?"

"Nonsense! We are burdened with original sin, and only through selfless dedication can we regain the Lord's gift!" Winchell's anger seemed a little unreal.

"Really?" The flame sneered, "How much dedication have you made to the God of Truth, not to mention bestowing divine spells, at least to increase your knight level?"

Just when Winchell was about to retort angrily again, the flame continued: "All of this actually has nothing to do with the God of Truth, because what He gave you was intercepted by the Pope and the members of the Cardinals, and He is currently sleeping , cannot be known."

"What?" It wasn't because of the Lord, Winchell wasn't so "angry".

"You can take a look at this document. This is a prize given to you by the God of Truth, and you deserve it." Words jumped out of the flames, forming articles full of obscure symbols.

Winchell was guarding against the temptation of the "devil", but the doubts in his heart still made him look at the article, anyway, he would not betray the church! This is my position!

As soon as he saw these things, his eyes could not be taken away, completely absorbed.

"This..." He shook his head fearfully and excitedly.

"As the supreme god, why does the God of truth force the spread of faith? Is it necessary for him? Because the power of faith is rewarded to you pious guards, allowing you to use it to temper yourself and get closer to him. However, this It was completely intercepted by the Pope and the members of the College of Cardinals, and nothing was left for you, do you understand why they are so powerful?" The voice of the flame became soft, and every word seemed to make Winchell tremble all over.

"I don't believe it." He shook his head violently, but asked contradictoryly, "You just show me such an important method?"

The method of "stealing" and using the power of faith has been deeply engraved in his mind.

"Since you asked sincerely, I will tell you frankly that I am the embodiment of fairness, and I hate such injustice the most." The flame laughed, and then continued with Winchell's disbelieving eyes. He said, "I will occasionally ask you for some information. Don't worry, no one will doubt you. I have other sources of information, such as many cardinals."

Cardinal? Winchell's pupils constricted suddenly. In the past few hundred years, due to the special heart of faith, there has never been a cardinal-level spy inside the church—this mainly refers to the red-clothed spies placed by each other in the North and South Churches. There are many traitors at the bishop level.

Could it be that he belongs to the Northern Church?

"With this method, are you afraid that your faith will be shaken? So, don't guess who I am, just remember my code name, Red Burialer." The flame gradually extinguished.

Winchell stood where he was, looking at the empty room, and didn't say a word for a long time. He only felt that he had a strange dream. He got an extremely precious and useful method without paying any price?

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In the "Real Secret Realm", Lucien smiled at Douglas: "Viken secretly announced the god-like law, trying to make many legendary powerhouses fight each other, then we will use the same method to let those who steal and use the power of faith Secrets spread among some cardinals, stealing the power of faith layer by layer, making the missionary foundation of the southern church also confused. After all, spreading faith is no better than us magicians who study arcane arts and explore the world. They can act alone, and they must With layers of organization, this is something Viken cannot avoid, unless he can project a seed in the hearts of every clergyman."

"If it wasn't for the fear that Viken would find out, I would have directly used the 'Voice of Mystery' to announce the method of stealing the power of faith.

"If Viken knows your 'how to use' such a precious method, his face will definitely be very exciting." Douglas laughed and said, after all, who would have thought that someone would spread this method, and there are not enough competitors? Only grand arcanists like Lucien and himself who had never thought of this path could make such a bold move.

Lucien spread his hands: "Maybe he will call me crazy."